Hello, Little Yellow!

Hemessy looks like temptation in a yellow summer dress. Victor peels it off slow. The cotton whispers down her arms and hips until nothing hides her from him. He takes his time. Every inch uncovered feels earned. When her mouth finds him he lets out a low sound, and she swallows him deeper without rushing. He grips her hair, holds her there, and she moans around him like she wants more. She turns, offers herself, and he pushes in. Her breath breaks when he fills her ass, but she pushes back, greedy for every inch. He gives it to her. Hard, steady, until the only sound left is skin meeting skin and her begging for more.